Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.